Beastmaster of the Ages

see.
So they need to get all ten dragonsprings to hold the wedding, which means they'll start applying pressure soon.”

“That's right.”

“What can we do in forty-four days?”

Long Wanying speechlessly looked at Tianming.
How could they possibly stand up to the celestial orderians' plans? If it weren’t for the fact that they weren't allowed to utilize the full might of their army here, there was no way the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect could resist at all.

“As long as the Myriad Solar Sects refuse to support us, there's nothing else we can do but fight to our deaths.
We'll stuff the entrance of the cave with our corpses if we have to!” Long Wanying's eyes were filled with murderous hate borne of desperation.

“Sky Palace and the Myriad Solar Sects!” Tianming shared her outrage.
They should have been on their side, yet for some obscure reason, they didn't help out the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect at all.
Their shortsighted selfishness was just like the Northdipper Swordsage's disgusting ambitions.

“Tianming, it’s the nature of people.
As long as the blade isn't held against their necks, they'll think it has nothing to do with them.
Some may even see it as an opportunity to make a profit.
The Myriad Solar Sects have always been a collection of many discrete factions, some of whom aren't even natives of this star.
Unity isn’t something that can be easily formed.
The whole point of the Sky Palace's existence is to be the rope that binds the myriad sects, but something happened to it to the point that they can’t, or won’t, act.
Even if some other faction wants to help us, there's nobody that can effectively organize them,” Long Wanying said, sighing.

“Something happened to it?” Tianming thought about what he had witnessed there.
There were far too many questions left unanswered.
It was too bad that the members of the Sky Palace all seemed like lunatics.
Since Tianming had left the place, they’d never again appeared at the platform where he’d seen them.

“This is just a guess.
At the very least, I know that Granny Yuanlong from our sect isn't even willing to see us! Her parents and siblings are still resting in the Primodragon Cave even now!”

The Azuredragon Emperor and the rest had decided to head to the Sky Palace once more.
“Yuanlong’s my aunt.
I’ll go and see if I can establish any contact with her.
Let's hope she won't let anyone disturb my grandparents and father,” the Azuredragon Emperor said.
The Crimsondragon and Bluedragon Emperors, on the other hand, would request aid from the dreamless celestial nation, Voidword Shrine, Empyrean Sword Sect, and others.
They were chosen because they didn't have dragonsprings on hand.
Currently, only the Saintdragon Emperor, Greendragon Emperor, Violetdragon Empress, and Long Wanying had dragonsprings, so they had to be closely guarded.

“Wanying is correct.
We have nowhere to retreat to.
Even if we come to an end, we can't avoid this fight.
The ancestors' rest is not to be interrupted,” the Saintdragon Emperor said in a booming voice.
Their fighting spirit was firm and resolute—the Myriaddragon Mountains were their home, and the Primodragon Cave their inviolable holy land.
No words could describe the dedication all seven of them felt.

“Wanying,” the Saintdragon Emperor said.

“I'm listening.”

“I picked a hidden location on the Xuanyu Continent that nobody knows about.
Have our young disciples transferred there over the next twenty days.
At the very least, we won't be completely exterminated in the worst case.
One day, our descendants might rise again to avenge us, bringing new life to our kind.”

“Understood!” Long Wanying nodded with tear-filled eyes.